Amal coughed a bit, a small bit of his cloak around his face now, making him seem even more the bandit. He strode over to the fallen Wightking and plucked the crown out of its dead hand. He couldn't help but marvel at it like Emmaline had, but he spared no time in sliding it onto his arm and going to check on Emmaline, wiping her face of dust gently and picking her up in his arms with even more care. 

"Ah my-" she coughed again. "My handsome assistant." 

"Let's get out of here." He said, concern in his voice. But she tugged at his hair, whispering 'don't leave the chest' in his ear, hoarsely. He snorted, which turned into a full blown laugh. "You were always the smart one..." 
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The next day they made it to Suderburg with their loot, which, not counting the loot they already had from their previous adventures, was the bejeweled crown, four meters of silk, a brass teacup of ancient design, a broken arming sword with gold filigree and faded runes, and an odd, ruby amulet. The two had stuck the items in whatever sacks they could find amid the broken ruins of the Howling Hills, and kept it safe and secret among their belongings. Once or twice, the two thought they saw horsemen that looked like they might be working for whatever new authority that was in Delbertz, and so they never stayed the night at any inn. They kept walking, sleeping near the road under the trees and buying food from passing merchants before they hit a large river.

"Is this...?" Emmaline breathed, removing her hood for the first time in two days. Her hair shined like gold in the sunlight of the fading day. Amal removed his hood as well, a blanket of dark hair almost like fur covering his chin and upper lip. There were two things that never ceased to amaze him. The beauty of his woman and the sight of a flowing river in the midst of vast green. "It's the river Talabec. Which means Altdorf is just past these trees." 

"Altdorf?" Amal said. Such strange names, these northern cities. "Is that a big city?" 

She nodded. "It's the capital of my entire country." The woman informed him jubilantly. She stretched, and suddenly let out a groan when she felt the strain on her muscles from the constant walking they had endured. "We can find a seller for some of our treasures here, but we must be careful." Her words were tight as she placed her hands on her back, the comforts of a bed on her mind. "The law here is very strict."

"Will they take your tongue if you look at a magistrates clothed daughter?" 

"Not if you merely look in her direction." She said meekly. 

"I think we can handle it, then." 
[@Penny]